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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.