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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.