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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.