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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
the Slits,
Darondo,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.