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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.