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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.