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 Haiti 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.