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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.