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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.