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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.