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 South Africa 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.