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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Toasters to the funk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Wire,
Skaos,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.