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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.