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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.