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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf 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?
June Days,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.