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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.