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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.