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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.