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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.