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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.