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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.