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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.