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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.