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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 David Axelrod to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
PIL,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.