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 Jamaica 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
The Motions,
Rakim,
The Names,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.