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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.