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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.