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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.