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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.