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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.