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 Kenya 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.