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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.