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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.