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 States and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
X-102,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.