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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.