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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Lalann 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.