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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
AZ,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.