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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Intrusion 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.