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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.