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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Index,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
The Index,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.