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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
This Heat,
Flipper,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.