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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.