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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.