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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.