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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.