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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Organ,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.