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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.