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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
DNA,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.