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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.