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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.