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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.