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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.