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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.