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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.