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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Index,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.