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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.