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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Niagra to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.