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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.