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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.