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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.