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 Romania and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.