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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.