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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Can,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.