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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.