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 Libya 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 Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.