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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.