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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.