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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.