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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.