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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.