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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.