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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.