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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.