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 Panama and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.