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 France and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.