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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.