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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.