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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.