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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.