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 Lucia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.