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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.