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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.