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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Brick,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
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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.