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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.