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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
MDC,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.