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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.