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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pretty Things to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
The Names,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
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The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.