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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.