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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.