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 South Africa 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Scion,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.