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 Gabon and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Q65,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.