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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.