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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.