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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Brick,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.