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 Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.