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 Canada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.