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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Q65,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.