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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.