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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.