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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
The Index,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Erasure,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.