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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.