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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.