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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
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Erasure,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.