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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.