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 Barbados 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.