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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.