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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.