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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
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.