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 Sudan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.