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 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Index,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.