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 France and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
UT,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.