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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.