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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.