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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.