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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.