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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.