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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.