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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.