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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Fear,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.