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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.