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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.