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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.