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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Rekid to the punk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
New Order,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
The Motions,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
John Cale,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.