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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.