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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.