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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.