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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.