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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Unwound,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.