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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.