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 Laos 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.