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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.