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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.