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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.