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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
The Index,
Moebius,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.