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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.