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 Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.