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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.