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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.