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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.