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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.