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 Suriname 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.