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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.