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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.