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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims 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?
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.