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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen 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 electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.