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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.