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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Index,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.