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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.