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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.