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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.