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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.