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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Swans,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.