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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.