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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
The Motions,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.