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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.