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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.