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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.