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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.