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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
PIL,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.