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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.