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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.