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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
The Names,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.