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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.