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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.