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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Slave,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.