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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Fear to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.