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 Albania 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cameo to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
DNA,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.