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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.