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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.