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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.