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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
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Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.