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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.