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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
cv313,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.