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 Jordan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.