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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
JFA,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.