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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Television,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.