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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.