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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.