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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
John Cale,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.