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 Malta and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Inner City 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Skaos,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.