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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.