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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Index,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.