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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Scion,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.