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 Bhutan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.