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 Netherlands 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
John Cale,
ABC,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.