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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.