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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.