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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Gories to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.