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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.