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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Can,
The Names,
The Star Department,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.