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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.