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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.