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 Mongolia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Television,
Franke,
The Busters,
Monolake,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Can,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.