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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.