Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.