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 Niger and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter & Gordon,
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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.