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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.