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 the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.