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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Swans to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.