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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.