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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.