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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.