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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.