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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.