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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
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,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
The Martian,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.