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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Scientists,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.