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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.