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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.