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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.