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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Crime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.