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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.