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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.