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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.