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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxette to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.