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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.