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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Index,
EPMD,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.