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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Monks,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.