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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.