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 Iran and from London.
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 Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.