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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
New Order,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.