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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.