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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.