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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.