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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.