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 Latvia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Faust,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.