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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
ABC,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
the Slits,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.