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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.