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 Botswana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.