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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.