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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.