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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
New Order,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.