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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.