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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.