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 India and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.