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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.