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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.