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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
MDC,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.