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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.