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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
DNA,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.