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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.