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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Index,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.