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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Josef K to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Faust,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.