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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.