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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Scion,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.