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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.