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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.