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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.