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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.