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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.