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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
The Move,
Swans,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.