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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.