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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.