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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Nas,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.