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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.