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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.