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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Television,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.