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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.