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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.