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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.