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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.