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 Sweden and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.