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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.