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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.