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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.