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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.