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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.