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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 mellotron 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.