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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.