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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Gong,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.