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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Faust,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Brick,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.