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 Poland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sonic Youth to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.