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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.