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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.