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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.