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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.