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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.