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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
UT,
The Kinks,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.