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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 David Bowie 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.