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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Nico,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.