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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.