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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.