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 Yemen and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.