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 Czech Republic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
The Evens,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.