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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.