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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.