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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.