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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.