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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.