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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.