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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Japan,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.