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 Gabon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.