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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
AZ,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.