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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Names to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.