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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.