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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.