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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
The Sound,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.