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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.