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 Belarus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.