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 Ireland 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
Yaz,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.