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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Nas to the rock 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
UT,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.