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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.