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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.