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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.