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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.