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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Organ,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.