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 Slovakia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.