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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.