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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.