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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.