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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Brick,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.