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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.