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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.