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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Hoover to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.