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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.