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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.