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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.