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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.