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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.