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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the crunk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.