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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Suburban Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Lyres,
PIL,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.