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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.