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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Pylon,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.