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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Franke to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.