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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Magma,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.