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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.