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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.