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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.