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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.