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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.