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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.