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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.