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 Finland and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
The Wake,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.