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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.