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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.