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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.