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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.