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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.