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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.