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 France and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.