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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Faust,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.