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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 The Selecter 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.