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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.