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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.