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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.