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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 This Heat to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.