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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.