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 Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.