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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Little Man,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.