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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.