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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.