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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.