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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.