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 Georgia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
World's Most,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
PIL,
The Stooges,
CMW,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.