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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.