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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.