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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.