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 Uruguay 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Television,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.