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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Crime,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.