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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
X-102,
The Motions,
Smog,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.