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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Victims to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.