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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.