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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joey Negro 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.