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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
UT,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.