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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.