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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.