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 Malta and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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?
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.