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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Lydon 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.