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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.