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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.