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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Pole,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.