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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Birthday Party to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.