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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.