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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.