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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw 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?
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.