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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.