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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.