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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.