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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.