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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.