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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.