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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.