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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.