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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.