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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.