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 Qatar 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.