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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.