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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.