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 Fiji 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.