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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.