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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.