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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.