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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.