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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.