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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.