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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.