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 Benin 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
AZ,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.