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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.