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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.