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 Saudi Arabia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Jeff Mills to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.