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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.