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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.