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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.