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 China and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.