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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.