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 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.