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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.