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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.