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 Liberia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.