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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.