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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Urselle,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.