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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.