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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.