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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn 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 rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.