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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.