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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.