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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.