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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Names to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.