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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Roxette,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.