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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.