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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.