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 Belgium 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s 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 Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.