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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.