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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.