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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.