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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.