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 Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.