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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.