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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.