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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.