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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
PIL,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.