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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.