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 Sudan 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.