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 Turkmenistan 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.