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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.