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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.