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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.