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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.