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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Franke,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.