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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.