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 Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.