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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.