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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Index,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.