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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Severed Heads 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.