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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.