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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.