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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.