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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The New Christs to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Sparks,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.