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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Ituana,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.