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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.