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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.