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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Technova,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.