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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Rakim,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.