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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.