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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.