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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.