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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.