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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Faust,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
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.