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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 snare 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.