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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
JFA,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.