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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango 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 punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.