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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.