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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Brick,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.