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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.