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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.