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 Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Brick,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.