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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.