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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.