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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.