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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes 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?
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Gong,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.