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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.