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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.