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 Tajikistan 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.