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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.