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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pylon to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.