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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.