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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Al Stewart 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.