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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 the Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.