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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.