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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.