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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.