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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.