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 Tuvalu 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.