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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.