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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.