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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.