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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.