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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.