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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.