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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.