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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Gong,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.