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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.