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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.