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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.