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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.