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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.