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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Magma,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.