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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 DNA to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.