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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
AZ,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.