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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.