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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Organ,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.