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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.