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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.