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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
CMW,
Wings,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.