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 Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.