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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.