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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.