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 Uruguay 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 Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
JFA,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.