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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Human League to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.