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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Television,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.