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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.