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 Italy 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.