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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.